Miss E (whining, with the threat of tears): I want my peanut butter sandwich.
MK (calmly, but only because my eyes are closed I'm and breathing deeply because this is the fifteenth time today she has both whined and demanded something without using please or thank you or anything kind that she said when she was not giving me previews of what she'll be like when she's sixteen): Let's try that a different way.
E (whining, higher voice, tears in eyes): I want my peanut butter sandwich on a plate and carrots and an M&M. NOW.
MK (eyes still closed, calm but strained voice): That's not how we ask for things. Try again.
E (full blown tears, now hanging off side of her chair): Saying PUH-LEASE is so HAAAARRRRRD. I want my lunch!!! I am so hungry!!!
Tears continue. Sent to room. Thirty minutes later, Miss E starts laughing, comes down stairs: I'm so sorry mommy! I love you! May I please have my sandwich now?
End of tantrum?
Sigh.

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Welcome to my corner of the web! So happy you've joined me. I'm a wife to Mr. Kuda and a momma to two sweet kiddos and a pup. I love God, crafting, and eating Hot Tamales. And chocolate. Always chocolate.